Alchemisland

Two versions of me, wielding knives Both have sworn unimpeachable, unbreachable oaths, on their lives About to face off in an arena, the crowd wild Going to try and pry open the other’s throat One must die, cannot lead two lives at this time My lost suitcase full of convincing masks and notes for unused…

In the lake next to me lives a plesiosaur Which I always thought sounded like the name of a Gaeilgeoir You might meet up in Donegal near Grianán of Aileach, the fort I’m going to walk the frigid shore, planning on sailing North No stopping until Hyperborea, and Aquilonian resorts Take my hide-shored boat deep…

A bite, fuck portion size Contorting and devil cavorting beneath nightskies Brazen fiend with no disguise save his guileful lies Something light, nice and tasty OTO lightcakes maybe What a bake sale that was, baby Rabies, frothing mainly at the labia Breathing laboured Like a roughed up Lion Tamer Short king, David Teymur.

Like Moses, Dorothy Eady Found herself waking up amongst reeds Recalling old lives in Ancient Egypt As an esteemed member of a revered priesthood, out east Hit her head so badly her ears were bleeding Doctors doubted she would recover Despite her parents’ pleading An old soul in a new shell Didn’t care who believed…

Chatty man, can get catty My rock lands, the window shatters “It’s me, Cathy.” Her voice but it’s the fiend from the shadows Smoking on that taffy out of Cathay Green as the Elysian fields in Athenry.